Lorena marched into the living room, where  Makris and Lauren had made themselves highly comfortable. The blonde beauty sat too close to him for comfort as they discussed.

Lauren would brush her hands against his bare chest at intervals, then giggle like a schoolgirl. Lorena tried to convince herself she didn't care as she watched them, but she couldn't shake the anger swelling inside her.

"Makris, I need to talk to you alone." She called from the position she was standing. He raised his head and gave her a once-over.

"Why can't we talk here?" He raised a perfect brow. Lauren laughed but quickly covered it with a fake cough....